I often dream and when I dream, I feel like this:
Then suddenly, I fall onto the earth.
Real people, real life, love, competition, hate, revenge, joy, everything is there.
I remember that I am a human.
Then, something terrible starts to work: my incredibly strong memory.
I start to recall everything, my disappointments, my fears….
I try to protect that little child sitting on the moon.
I decide to be a realist, calculate every single possibility of my dreams , and become a pessimist.
At that point, I start to do yoga to find my real self who is full of love, joy